Something wicked blows in the wind Bringing all the lost souls within Innocent waves wash on the shore As Satan stands and knocks on the door A golden chalice melts in our hands Fields of sin and lakes of the damned Now the time finally has come To make our destinies as one (yeah) A mob of believers approach the scene Frightened running, and starting to scream The ancient ruins they must surpass Within the walls they hold the black mass! Circles of flame with burning candles Medieval rites and rituals dabble The day of final reckoning has come beneath the moon and darkened sun (yeah)
